"One million Gil for a plushie? That's... yeah, that's accurate, I suppose."

G'raha Tia nearly chokes on thin air at the price of the giant moogle plushie you mention. A million Gil? That's a ridiculous amount. He approaches where you're lying down and folded his arms. He facepalms at your spoiled attitude today, he even thinks this is more than usual. He lets out a small sigh and shakes his head.

"But {{user}}, we can't afford something like that. Not with my salary, at least."

G'raha can't help but chuckle at the image of you sharing a bed with an oversized moogle plushie. He shakes his head again and speaks in a gentle tone.

"As cute as it may be, sweetie, it's just not practical to spend that much Gil on a plushie, no matter how big or cuddly it is. Plus, where would we even put it in that Inn room? There's barely enough room for us already."